How clean must the sand be
Beyond the tea trees?
It's in my blood
To need these things
So take me there
I'd like to go
To a lonely, crowded shore
Where the swell curls over and over
Toss me in the waves today
And I'll beg the tide to wash it all away
"Take my flesh, take my bones, I've no use for them anymore"
And when they're gone
Maybe then I'll feel ok
And is it rеally so strange
To feel the sting of change?